( With only the Abraxan deck of cards at his disposal Urianger's healing abilities have been funamentally changed since he was Summoned — a change which has been further weakened since they were brought to this dank, festering pit. He calls on the stars, implores them to share their gifts with him that he might pull on their benefic magicks in aid of others—
And it works, albeit without anywhere close to the potency he would hope. That it is better than nothing is all he can hold on to at the moment.
Since succumbing to the ritual he has been doing his best to keep himself to himself, wracked as he is with shame and embarrassment for his behaviour during the worst of it. He is, however, alert and on hand should his skills as a healer be required, and so when the urgency in Istredd's voice cuts across the altar room Urianger is at his side in an instant. His initial assumption is that he needs help with his own injury, however it becomes quickly apparent that whatever is happening by the altar is significantly worse. )
Twelve forfend—
( He gasps, his eyes widening minutely as he sinks to his knees next to the disfigured form. Each pulse, each rattling breath is difficult to behold, but Urianger nevertheless eases in a little closer before looking to Istredd, and then to Castiel and Jayden. )
Didst thou recover her in this condition?
( The blood, the viscera, the stench of it all ... the idea that she was somehow surviving inside the altar is almost too horrible to bear. He gingerly lays his hands against her torso as he pulls at threads of healing magic, attempting to level out her ragged breathing and bring her some modicum of comfort. )
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( With only the Abraxan deck of cards at his disposal Urianger's healing abilities have been funamentally changed since he was Summoned — a change which has been further weakened since they were brought to this dank, festering pit. He calls on the stars, implores them to share their gifts with him that he might pull on their benefic magicks in aid of others—
And it works, albeit without anywhere close to the potency he would hope. That it is better than nothing is all he can hold on to at the moment.
Since succumbing to the ritual he has been doing his best to keep himself to himself, wracked as he is with shame and embarrassment for his behaviour during the worst of it. He is, however, alert and on hand should his skills as a healer be required, and so when the urgency in Istredd's voice cuts across the altar room Urianger is at his side in an instant. His initial assumption is that he needs help with his own injury, however it becomes quickly apparent that whatever is happening by the altar is significantly worse. )
Twelve forfend—
( He gasps, his eyes widening minutely as he sinks to his knees next to the disfigured form. Each pulse, each rattling breath is difficult to behold, but Urianger nevertheless eases in a little closer before looking to Istredd, and then to Castiel and Jayden. )
Didst thou recover her in this condition?
( The blood, the viscera, the stench of it all ... the idea that she was somehow surviving inside the altar is almost too horrible to bear. He gingerly lays his hands against her torso as he pulls at threads of healing magic, attempting to level out her ragged breathing and bring her some modicum of comfort. )
Or hath she deteriorated since being disturbed?